I´m moving out of Tombstone, yeah with the sun behind my back
I´m tired of people talking of things that I lack
Ever since a week ago, the day he passed away
I´ve been taking too much notice of the things they´ve had to say

And all they say is you ain´t half the man he used to be
He had strength and he worked his life to feed his family
So if that´s the way it has to be, I´ll say goodbye to you
I´m not the guy, or so it seems to fill my old man´s shoes

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Like I´m a wicked way of life, the kind that should be tamed
They´d like to see me locked in jail and tied up in their chains
Oh it´s hard and I can´t see what they want me to do Lord, Lord
They seem to think I should step into the old man´s shoes

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